Waves

I ride waves, all day long.
I bob and float, directionless.
I try to keep my head above water, but sometimes I choke.
I’m powerless to smooth out the depths or heights of the ebb and flow.
If I did have power, would I be able to curb the sadness but still free the joy?
Sometimes they’re confused, and I am lost, unable to feel straight.
Oddly, both the troughs and the peaks block my sight of what’s coming next.
My center, my gaze heavenward, seems like the only real refuge.
But sometimes it’s obscured as well by my weaknesses.